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AllyAlly ========= Though you thought I was gone, in the depths of your fears, you were wrong; though I suffer, I wait; and patient in exile that's lasted long years, abandoned, I still cannot hate. nor have I forgotten, I still taste your tears, I will answer your call, though it's late. Out of the cold rain that beats the black mud on the rotting forest's track, out of the ancient muck reeking of blood I come to stand at your back. Don't turn around at the sound, show no sign of fear; it is I, your ally, whoAlly
by *FrostPuma
Sestina About SilenceSestina About Silence ========== It only takes one glint to pierce the dark, one raveled thread to leave the fabric ragged, and silence is itself only if never a whisper breaks the silence, starts the screaming as one spark serves to start a raging fire, one glance to start one dreaming of a kiss,Sestina About Silence
one dream to start one aching for a kiss to ease the silent vigil in the dark without the comfort of a voice or fire, lost in the stillness, ever on the ragged, the crumbling edge of patience, with nerves screaming for one faint sound, and knowing one must never, &n
by *FrostPuma
Laughter From the LochLaughter From the Loch ========== Too wide for your wits, and too long, lies my lake; and its waters are cold, they are deep and opaque; and the bottom is fractured with fissures, and ragged with rock, rock, rock, where you'll never catch me... Ha ha ha ha... Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha ha ha ha....Laughter From the Loch
So if you should spy me, 'twill be by mistake, but mostly you'll glimpse just the ghost of my wake, or the flash of a fin that means naught, but serves only to mock, mock, mock, that you'll never catch me... Ha ha ha
by *FrostPuma
The Scientist's HymnThe Scientist's Hymn to the Goddess ==========The Scientist's Hymn
Isis, Holy Isis, whose name the systrum speaks; Oh, light that lures the hungry heart, goal of the soul that seeks.
Mother of all mysteries, source of secrets ever hidden, seeking you, I've spent my lifetime learning more, as you have bidden.
To you, oh mighty Isis, I have given all my days, and gratefully I offer you my homage and my praise.
With each question asked of Nature, I've more knowledge set in place, tile by tile, built a mosaic in the pattern of your face.
Isis, unkno
by *FrostPuma
Scientific AttitudeScientific Attitude ==========Scientific Attitude
Arthur Eddington said that science is a net that we cast in an unknown sea; whatever slips between the meshes remains forever a mystery.
we may learn how to make the meshes smaller, cast the net oftener, spread it out wide, but we'll catch the rarest fish seldom or never, and some will just not stay inside.
So this is a tale that we're always retelling, always re-arguing, working it out, always including the new things we're finding, always unfinished, and always in doubt.
Some people can't take the st
by *FrostPuma
Bird of FireBird of Fire ==========Bird of Fire
Through forest's dark and midnight's deep, I seek the bird of fire that none can tame and none may keep, that sings of heart's desire.
A feather glowing warm with flame I keep as proof of one unseen who hides from sight, however keen, and, out of shadow, calls my name.
Through forest's dark and midnight's deep, I seek the bird of fire that none can tame and none may keep, that sings of heart's desire,
and glimpsed afar, whose burning wings haunt all my sleep, fill all my dreams, who is far more th
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In the Dark He Dancesin the dark he dancesIn the Dark He Dances
=========== As light's time lengthens, first lost in the glare and in bright days, he's hid among the burgoning until the shadows feel the teeth of frost, Then in the dark he dances. Then in the dark he dances.
When the thin wind stirs, turning trees' leaves, with it's pale hands, to whispering and clattering rhythms that writhe like roots amid the rocks; Then in the dark he dances. Then in the dark he dances.
T
by *FrostPuma
Out of the SilenceOut of the Silence ==========Out of the Silence
Out of the silence, the hidden, the concealed, the absent spaces;
out of brightness, out of darkness, out of every manner of obscurity; out of the unspoken, on the wind from Limbo;
out of that little door in the air that's always closed when you look at it; out of the sky, like some kind of silly dust;
around from that extra other side of things that's always on the other side;
out from under, in from out, around from over, over... out of the absent spaces, the concealed, the hidden,
out of the silence, whi
by *FrostPuma
Thomas Woke UpThomas Woke Up; It Had All Been A DreamThomas Woke Up
Chapter 1442
Thomas rode across the World. As wielder of the Ring of Ersatz Gold, these people still expected him to go on, though the ring had turned his finger green and had caused the Staff of Rod to explode in a burst of paisley flames when he had tried to recover it from the UrVings. It was the fifth magic staff he had accidentally exploded, but at least it was something else he could feel guilty about. Due to his broken legs and arms, he had to be fastened to the saddle w
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MolluscoelenterataMolluscoelenterataMolluscoelenterata
Across the ancient ocean's silent deeps the shellyfish, with shells aglow, will pass, like bobbing jack-o-lanterns made of glass, into the darkness where the great squid sleeps;
like stony stormclouds lightning-lit within and trailing glinting, lacy veils of rain, their tendrils sweep the gray abyssal plain, their carapaces flicker as they spin.
On far, fair islands where no human dwells, when hurricanes have churned the foamy reaches and piled the plunder of the brine on beaches, their mantles gleam amid the drabber shells: &
by *FrostPuma
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consider the lily, put a squeeze of lemon juice in your bath water and eat some lavender.
I hate to disappoint such beautiful expectations, but I have no silver roses, and (though I love art noveau) no Beasts (yet).
My other account is *DonSimpson
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And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue?
Panic! at the Disco
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